"How is the situation over there?" Xu Chuan, who was sitting in the computer room with nothing to do, asked about the situation on the walkie-talkie while listening to the gunfire that was much quieter outside.
"These guys seem to have finally realized that we didn't intend to rush over and fight, and now they've learned the lesson." Curtis answered.
After leaving more than a dozen corpses behind, the extremists on the opposite side finally figured out the situation. The group on the opposite side drew a red line between the swimming pool and the road connecting the back door, and whoever crossed it would die.
They also thought about going around the green belt on the side, but they failed.
The thermal imaging and night vision devices in Curtis' hands could clearly see their actions.
"It still takes ten minutes from my side. Please note that you can retreat in advance if necessary. According to the distance, it should take half an hour for the US military drone to reach the sky above Benghazi."
"Hey guys, are the boy scouts in GRS scared? Their doors are closed and they don't seem to be planning to go there to save people." Albert's voice came from the intercom.
They have been keeping an eye on the CIA's secret intelligence station, although almost everyone in Benghazi already knows about this intelligence station.
This is good. If GRS continues to be delayed, Albert's side won't need to do anything, and Xu Chuan's side is almost completed.
"Don't relax, I think those people will come." Xu Chuan reminded, who let him know the plot.
"clear"
Xu Chuan continued to watch the surveillance video. After the extremists who entered the building found that they could not fix the bulletproof door, several people stood aside to discuss. Xu Chuan took out his mobile phone and looked at an extremist in sportswear who was furious on the screen.
The molecule took a photo.
This guy should be the leader of the group, and everyone else is following his orders.
"They may set fire, please pay attention to safety." Xu Chuan looked at his watch, "Retreat in ten minutes."
The progress here is almost complete, and the extremists are asking people from outside to transport the gasoline for the car.
These people not only poured gasoline into Stevens' safe house along the iron door, but also poured it into various rooms in the building. The leader retreated to the door and lit the gasoline directly.
The fire began to spread to each house along with the gasoline, and soon the building was enveloped in a sea of flames.
"I hope Stevens has received my gas mask." Looking at the surveillance footage, Xu Chuan could only wish him good luck.
Curtis and his men began to retreat. The surrounding temperature began to rise, which would affect the effect of thermal imaging. He retreated to the vicinity of the tactical center, which was separated from the main building by a lawn and green belt.
If those people want to attack the tactical center, they need to pass through here. Their body temperature will be different from the background temperature, and the equipment advantage will return to Curtis's hands again.
The voice of the DSS agent came from the intercom on the table, and the thick smoke made the few of them trapped inside coughing.
"Pooh, what's going on, where are you?"
They should have known that someone was setting a fire, but the necessary countermeasures were lacking in the safe house, and it was obvious that it was not fireproof.
"Oh my...what should I do?" Stevens yelled. He, a civilian, was completely confused.
The four of them had all retreated into the bathroom and stuffed the cracks in the door with towels, but even so, thick black smoke still came in through the cracks.
They all blocked their mouths and noses with wet towels, but this didn't solve the problem at all.
"Pooh, Pooh, we need to know what's going on outside." A DSS agent frantically called his teammates' names.
They have no choice now but to get out before they are burned to death, but they need to know if anyone outside has left, otherwise it will not be a self-inflicted trap.
But there was no reply, and they also knew that the tactical center was probably breached, and it was hard to say whether their teammates were alive or dead.
A DSS agent held a shotgun and said, "We must go out, block our mouths and noses, and bend down as much as possible to crawl."
Several people were hurriedly getting ready. This guy suddenly opened the bathroom door, and a wave of heat mixed with thick smoke rushed in.
"I can't see...", a voice shouted, followed by a cough.
But no one knew who was speaking. There were fires everywhere outside, like a hell-like scene. The high temperature and thick smoke made it almost impossible to breathe.
"Follow me." The agent shouted, then ducked into the thick smoke. He needed to open the locked iron door.
With the help of gasoline, the fire burned quickly. The extremists who set the fire also exited the house, which was completely unbearable for people.
The scene was chaotic, with crazy crowds pouring bullets at various buildings, regardless of whether there were people inside.
Even many civilians living nearby joined the carnival. Many people who were not afraid rushed in and searched various buildings.
"GRS is coming out." Albert's voice sounded.
When Xu Chuan's work was coming to an end, GRS was finally ready to come to support.
After Ron learned that the extremists started setting fires, he stopped following the station commander's order to be on standby. He took four team members and a translator and got into the car and drove towards the main driving hall.
"GRS has two vehicles with a total of six people, and they are on the predetermined route." Albert is using a drone to monitor the movements of these people.
At present, drones must be used with great caution. There are countless pairs of eyes staring at this place. There is more than one CIA intelligence station in Benghazi. Most of the countries in NATO have intelligence personnel here, and there are also some bays.
The same is true for countries.
So the whole thing is very strange. The United States does not have troops stationed in Benghazi, but the National Army, the largest force in the area, is supported by NATO. Maybe in two years, when the wings are strong, they can fly solo. Now, give them the courage.
I dare not disobey orders.
The Pentagon is even more funny. A group of generals are meeting to discuss whether to wear military uniforms or civilian clothes if they send troops there.
The quick reaction force preparing for support at the Italian air force base has changed clothes twice.
"Create a little trouble for them, and now we have plenty of time." Xu Chuan said to Albert.
It still takes two minutes to get to Birkhoff. Even if GRS drives over in this time, there will be no problem.
He had no idea that the opponent's efficiency was really so low. Looking at the current situation, there was no need to make so many preparations.
Ron and his team encountered their first trouble less than 400 meters away. Someone set up a roadblock at the intersection. Several armed men with guns but did not know which faction they belonged to stopped them. A pickup truck
There is also a 12.7x108mm caliber Deshka heavy machine gun mounted on it.
The guns were pointed at Ron's car, which made these GRS's liver tremble.
Their two vehicles are not bulletproof vehicles. Even ordinary automatic weapons cannot stop them, let alone such calibers. The only difference in the outcome will be intact corpses.
Everyone quickly got out of the car and hid at the back of the second car. Fortunately, these people didn't see them and opened fire immediately.
A translator named Amul was pushed out and asked to ask if the other party was from the Leshi Brigade.
These people never wear uniforms, so it's impossible to tell which side they are from.
The translator wearing glasses walked over tremblingly with his hands raised. A burly man stopped him and asked in the local dialect, "Who are you? Americans?"
The few who got off the car were wearing tactical vests and night vision goggles on their heads. Not many people in Benghazi had such conditions.
Amul was about to answer when a car suddenly rushed up from behind them and threw a grenade out of the car window before they could even react.
The car didn't stop at all, but swerved into a small alley on one side.
"Hide in deck," Ron yelled at Armor, then ducked behind the car's tires.
The M67 grenade rolled near the pickup truck, and with a bang, hundreds of prefabricated fragments flew out in all directions.
The Deska machine gunner was shot in the leg. He screamed and knelt down. His finger accidentally rested on the trigger. The huge muzzle flame shot into the air in an arc. The man who asked the question was unlucky to be shot by a 12.7 bullet.
The bullet hit his waist, and the upper half of his body fell to the side with a bit of his spine.
Amul, who was completely unresponsive, had blood splattered on his face and a spurted intestine hanging from his head.
"Ah~~~!" This man grabbed the sticky and warm human tissue with his hands, and after seeing it clearly, he let out the loudest scream in his life.
The little translator's legs gave way and he fell to the ground, rolling around and trying to get away from this place.
Tanto rushed over and pulled the guy back who was shouting so loudly that his voice had changed. While helping him clean the blood on his face, he shouted at him, "Calm down, calm down, you're okay, Fuck, you lucky guy."
As long as he stood ten centimeters to the right, the bullet would take him away with him.
Ron had already stretched out the muzzle of his gun and shot the machine gunner in the head, breaking the opponent's arm at the same time. Only then did Deshka's terrifying voice stop.
However, although the heavy machine gun stopped, there were more than two people blocking the road just now. These people all hid the moment the heavy machine gun rang out. At this time, they directly regarded Ron and his group as enemies.
"Get in the car, get in the car, go quickly." Ron shouted, and just as he was about to get out of the back of the car, there was a sudden burst of gunfire from the opposite side and several bullets hit the front hood of the car in front.
Then a melee broke out at this intersection. A group of armed men who came from unknown sources began to exchange fire with those who set up roadblocks.
The two GRS cars parked at the intersection became targets. An RPG rocket flew over from nowhere and blew the first car into the sky.
Ron got up from the ground, "Get your equipment and let's go."
We can't stay in this place any longer, and cars can't be driven either.
Several people took out the M249 in the second car and quickly crossed the street to go around the side road.
"How far are we?" Teague, a former Marine with glasses, asked, holding an M249 containing a 100-round ammunition bag.
"It's not that far, 1.5 kilometers." Jack Silva held a new M4A1 in his hand.
Teague compared the weapons in the hands of the two men and cursed directly.
"Be careful, we have to hurry up." Ron was walking at the front. He never expected to encounter such a thing, losing two cars and completely slowing down his speed.
"Should we grab one?" Tanto asked, looking at the local cars driving on the street.
Ron scolded him to shut up, "If you have time to talk, it's better to run faster." He was worried that there would be another accident along the way, and he and his group might not be able to save anyone and just leave it here.
Albert, who was hiding not far away, said on the intercom, "The GRS boy scouts have abandoned their vehicles and started walking to the main driving hall, waiting for follow-up orders."
"Received, prepare to retreat, my work here has been completed." Xu Chuan replied.
Birkhoff has already implanted backdoor programs in the CIA's systems, and not only the CIA's but also the US National Institutes of War's systems.
"Hey, man, you won't believe what I discovered. Someone is using an unauthorized private server to send and receive high-security emails. There must be something wrong with them." Birkhoff mocked mercilessly.
Xu Chuan raised his eyebrows, "Do you know who it is?"
"Senator Madeleine Pierce, this woman must be an idiot."
"Let's talk about this later. Hack her server and don't let her destroy it." I won the prize this time. The value of this thing may be greater than the prism.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After ending the call, Xu Chuan stood up, opened the door of the cabinet, pulled the tab of the prepared thermite incendiary bomb and placed it inside.
Before going out, drag the unconscious DSS agent out to prevent this lucky guy from being burned to death.
The entire yard of the Grand Motorsport was filled with flames. After the extremists set fire to the main building, they started setting fires everywhere, even the trees on the grass.
The leader, Abdul, glanced at the tactical center, which was separated by a green belt and lawn. There was a group of very powerful guys there. All the casualties suffered by his men were at the hands of these people.
They look very much like members of the Leshi Brigade, but when did those cowards have such fighting power?
But it was obvious that it was not a good idea to fight this group of people now, so he had to give up the tactical center, a target with great intelligence value.
What's more important is that they have to wait for American support to arrive and surround the area for reinforcements.
After receiving a report from his subordinates that the people at the intelligence station had come out, Abdul led his people to withdraw from the main driving hall. Only civilians who wanted to grab a ticket and some small groups of armed men were left on the scene.
In the main building, a DSS agent coughed, rolled and crawled out of the door and plunged into the swimming pool.
This guy's face was blackened by the smoke, and his whole body was steaming, as if he had been roasted.
Moreover, after inhaling too much toxic gas, his current mental state is extremely trance-like, as if he doesn't know who he is.
He lay on the edge of the swimming pool and kept coughing, as if he was planning to cough out his lungs.
I scooped up water and slapped it on my face. After a while, I finally seemed to be able to hear the sounds of the normal world in my ears.